Try to Remember (Brothers Four)

 

 

Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow.

Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.

Try to remember the kind of September
When no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember the kind of September
That dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember the kind of September
That love was an ember about to billow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow.

Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.

Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.

Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.

Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
Although you know the snow will follow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
The fire of September that made us mellow.
Deep in December, our hearts should remember
And follow,

Follow.... follow...

 

Stay for just a while
Stay, and let me look at you
Its been so long, I hardly knew you
Standing in the door
Stay with me a while
I only want to talk to you
Weve traveled halfway round the world
To find ourselves again

September morn
We danced until the night became a brand new day
Two lovers playing scenes from some romantic play
September morning still can make me feel this way

Look at what youve done
Why, youve become a grown-up girl
I still can hear you cryin
In the corner of your room
And look how far weve come
So far from where we used to be
But not so far that weve forgotten
How it was before

September morn
Do you remember how we danced that night away
Two lovers playing scenes from some romantic play
September morning still can make me feel this way

 

Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
I've looked at clouds from both sides now

From up and down, and still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As ev'ry fairy tale comes real
I've looked at love that way

But now it's just another show
You leave 'em laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know
Don't give yourself away

I've looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It's love's illusions I recall
I really don't know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say "I love you" right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I've looked at life that way

But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I've changed
Well something's lost, but something's gained
In living every day

I've looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all
I've looked at life from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all

Baš mi je drago da si izabrao ovu verziju (iz 2000.) Both Sides Now (za razliku od one originalne, koju je snimila (1967. valjda?). Koja orkestracija, koji aranžman, jebateled! A njen glas je za oktavu niži - od cigareta i koeječega već. Eh, Joni, Joni... ko te nije voleo taj nema pojma šta je poezija.

 

iz koje dubine izvukoh ovaj topic :( ... za izlazak na svjetlo dana evo par prigodnih stihova...

 

Sta bi dao da si namom mjestu
da te mrze, a da ti se dive
sta bi dao za veliku gestu.
Mjesto svoga da tvoj zivot zive,
sta bi dao da mozes ovako
dici ruke a puk da te slijedi.
Dal` bi i ti u svom srcu plak`o
kao sto se moje srce ledi

Ti, budi sretan sto si preko puta
i sto nas strasni led pred provalijom djeli.

Jer ovo je mojih pet minuta
a pred tobom stoji zivot cjeli.

 

 

 

She's a fool and don't I know it
But a fool can have her charms
I'm in love and don't I show it
Like a babe in arms

Men, are not a new sensation
I've done pretty well I think
But this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blink

I'm wild again, beguilded again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I

Couldn't sleep, and wouldn't sleep
And ------ I do, if I shouldn't sleep
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I

Lost my heart, but what of it?
My mistake I agree
He's a laugh, but I love it
Because the laugh's on me

A pill he is, but still he is
All mine and I'll keep him until he is
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - like me

La, da, da, da, da, di, dam
Mmmmmmm
La, da, da, da, da, da, dam
I guess the laugh's on me

I slept again, I tripped again
The way to my heart is unzipped again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am I

 

Pjesnici, šta vi kažete na staru Dugmetovu stvar Ne gledaj me tako i ne ljubi me više? Po meni jedna od najačih naših pjesama, prava rock balada, čista poezija...

 

Ne gledaj me tako nocas
jer u srcu tvoju ljubav slutim
ne gledaj me dok muzika svira
reci cu ti stvari koje cutim

Zato sklopi oci, idi
jer i tvoje su zelene i snene
kao nekad njene

Ja sam covjek bez snage da krene jos jednom
ja sam sanjar sto je sanjao samo s jednom zenom
ja sam kockar bez srece
ja se bojim, ja te molim, idi sad
i ne gledaj me tako i ne ljubi me vise

Ne nudi mi usne nocas
pozelicu da me uvijek ljube
ne govori tako lijepo
ne verujem usnama kad gube

Lagale su drugog - lagace i mene
kao nekad njene
jer lagale su drugog - lagace i mene
isto kao nekad njene

 

Da budeš velik,budi cio:ništa svoje

ne pretjeruj,ne isključi

Budi sav u svakoj stvari.Stavi ono što si

i u najmanjem što činiš.

Tako nad svakim jezerom mjesec sja,

jer visoko živi.

 

 

Baš me briga.

Baš me briga za što?Ne znam,baš me briga.

 

(ova druga posvećena je Kajboju!)

 

 

Kad trava iznikne na mom grobu,

neka to bude znak da me se zaboravi posvema.

Narav se nikad ne sjeća i zato je lijepa.

Javi li se bolesna potreba da se protumači zelena trava na mom grobu,

nek' se kaže da se nastavljam zelenjeti i biti prirodan.

 

ps-a što je Pessoa rekao o svom pisanju-'biti pjesnik to nije moja težnja,to je moj način da budem sam'